If you thought I was going to ignore you, you must not have a grandmother in your life.  In case you don’t, I’ll serve that purpose.

So, you say you don’t know what love is and you really don’t care, just bring it on!  Let’s get on with the jollies!  How do I love thee, let me count the ways.  Uh, come to think of it, I don’t know.  I just start with sex, and end with sex.  Is there more?

So I say, “You poor dunce.” ——-

You don’t know how to make a girl feel special with the friendly wink of an eye?

You don’t know what it feels like to walk in the park with fingers intertwined with the prettiest girl in town?

You don’t know the satisfaction of knowing she might not be the prettiest but she loves being yours?

You don’t know how comforting it is to let her tell you about her kitty being run over by a car and you, the gallant listener, wipe away the tears with a tender touch of your thumb?

You never had a girl who was exclusively yours?

You think all of the above behaviors are designed to get a girl into the sack?

You have had lots of sex, but never with a sober girl?

You have had lots of sex, but only after making the girl cry because you threatened to leave?

You impregnated a girl, then told her to get lost?

You don’t know if she had the baby or got an abortion?

You do know.  She had an abortion.  You hurt.  You cry.  You see a dad teaching his toddler how to ride a tricycle.  You hurt.  You cry.  You see a dad on the baseball field.  You hurt.  You cry.  You remember, it was ten years ago today.  You hurt. You cry.


There was once a young man who lived over a century ago  He married his pregnant girlfriend.  They had a family.  Each of his children had a family.  In the long run, I was a product of his decision to marry that girl.   I’m glad he accepted his responsibility.  I’m glad they found peace.  I know them only as loyal, faithful, forgiving, loving, and responsible.  I loved them.

My thanks to that young couple who righted their wrong!  I’m so glad abortion was not their solution.

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Oh, the great things, to do with string:

                Tie pages together to make a book, then together we can take a look.

                Thread through a button to make a toy, watch it whirl, oh, what joy.

                Use in place of a shoe lace, I’m embarrassed, does it show on my face?

                Around the finger to jog my memory, then forgetfulness won’t plague me.

                Wrap package to put in the mail, make it secure, without fail.

                Braid together for friendship ring, a child’s love that made me sing.

                Tied between two sticks to mark a line, or given to birds for nest design.

Given some time I can do anything, just by having a piece of string!


twiglet “with a string”

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Yesterday I left with a statement about other issues in abortion besides the question of when life begins and the question of whether abortion is murder.

The next serious issue is that of the woman who has the abortion.  We hear of the millions of unborn we have lost – a great loss to humanity whatever the reason.  We seldom think of the millions of women who are living with the heartache of guilt, loneliness, ill health, sorrow that they are paying for the choice they made.

Young women, quit being used!  You are being made the pawn of

  • a society that makes a god of its sexual “freedom,”
  • a law based on something called “privacy” rights unheard of in civilized societies for thousands of years,
  • a political institution that has to convince women to have abortions or they lose their funding,
  • a woman’s group who cry “It’s my body, and I can do what I want with it,”
  • men who have no regard for a woman except as an object to be used, and
  • other women who want cover for their own bad choices.

After the party is over, all the actors have done their thing and moved on to the next project, you are living with the choice.  Perhaps not even what would have been your choice if you had been aware of the consequences.  You see, Planned Parenthood can give you an abortion without you seeing that baby inside you, but they cannot protect you from seeing the picture of your friend’s ultrasound.  They cannot protect you from the pain of thinking, “That’s the size my baby was…”  They cannot protect you from a lifetime of the anguish of “What ifs.”  They will do nothing if you find you cannot conceive again.  They do nothing to stop the dreams of blessings you missed or the nightmares of a crying child.

Yes, young woman, you do have a choice, but in making that choice refuse to be manipulated as a pawn in a chess game.   Remember the easy way out is probably not the easy way out.

Ending on a more pleasant note. If you are one who chose to have your baby and gave it up for adoption, you might have some of the same regrets, but you will always have the comfort of having done what was best for your baby and probably for you also.

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I wrote a grand post about my opinion of when life begins.  Then I had to do something I hate.  I recognized I was wrong and deleted the post. So mostly questions, some opinion.

When does “life” begin?

  1. At conception when the perfect little human blueprint is established in its DNA?  There is no doubt that it is “alive.”  All those little cells begin doing what God has designed for them to do.
  2. At the time it attaches to its mother and “breath” of oxygen flows through its cells?  Perhaps what the Bible calls God breathing “the breath of life” into Adam.
  3. When the blood begins flowing caused by that little heart beat?  The Bible says “the life is in the blood.”  Is that when spirit life begins?
  4. When it lands outside its mother and takes its first gasp of air prematurely?
  5. When it is fully developed, doctor spanks its bottom and it takes a breath and cries?

My deleted post was taking a stand for number three, based on the “life being in the blood.”  But there are too many scriptures and too much logic indicating an earlier time.  The last option is absurd to me since I know that baby can take a breath much earlier than its full development stage.  The claim that it receives its “life” when it breathes because that is what happened to Adam, is not analogous because that baby is “alive” from the beginning.  Adam was not.  He was “dirt” until God breathed life into him.  Not equal!

So I don’t know when spirit life begins.  I know a lot of mothers who have miscarried, and they absolutely believe the baby awaits them in heaven.  I do to.

There is no logic to saying a mother who loses her four month unborn baby in spite of doing everything possible to carry it to term, has a little “soul” awaiting them in heaven, but the four month unborn baby whose mother aborts it deliberately does not have a “soul.”

All those who are spontaneously miscarried because of some medical reason even too early for a woman to know she is pregnant, I don’t know.

However, when considering the issue of abortion, there is more to be considered. On to some of those issues next time.


  1. “Know that the LORD Himself is God; it is He who has made us, …(Psalm 100:3, NASV).
  2. “… the One who formed you from the womb, ‘I, the LORD,. . .'” (Isaiah 44:24, NASV).
  3. “… and all of us are the work of Thy hand” (Isaiah 64:8, NASV).
  4. “For You formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother’s womb…” (Psalm 139:13-16, NKJV).
  5. “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations” (Jeremiah 1:5, NIV).
  6. But when He who had set me apart before I was born, and had called me through His grace . . .” (Galatians 1:15, RSV).
  7. “,,,the baby in my womb leaped for joy'” (Luke 1:41, 44, NIV).
  8. Exodus 21:22-25 prescribes what should be done to a person who wounds a pregnant woman in such a way as to cause a miscarriage or death of the infant.
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ADD SPARK TO ROUTINE, writer’s quote challenge

“I long to accomplish a great and noble task, but it is my chief duty to accomplish small tasks as if they were great and noble.” Helen Keller

For this week’s Writers Quote Challenge, please share with us a “small task” which you feel you have accomplished in a “great and noble” way.

How “great and noble” are you when it comes to frying eggs, changing tires, picking up toys, teaching manners to your children, making the grocery list, making the bed, playing Candy Land, combing your mother’s hair?  Okay, you are on your own.  What does this quote mean to you?

My Submission:

For many years I have taught adult Sunday School classes, generally to people who are my peers.  It seemed dull to me to teach the same thing we had “learned” many times before.  After all what could I say that had not already been said.  So I make it a challenge to study, research, pray, google :D, until I find something that I have never known before – even if the story is about David and Goliath!  That helps me to accomplish the routine in a more exciting way.



The Writer’s Quote Challenge is a weekly blogging event. Either make up your own sayings or use a quote from a famous author that you find gives you inspiration. Each Thursday, a hostess will post the prompt and all you have to do is participate.  Category: Writer’s Quote Challenge

Our hostesses are:

Bernadette at http://www.HaddonMusings.com

Jacqueline at http://www.Acookingpotandtwistedtales.com

Joan at http://www.familyparentingandbeyoned.wordpress.com

Oneta at http://www.onetahayes.com

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MORE:  Found some more letters, but I’m not going into detail.  I left you saying I thought we had a good Valentine’s Day.  Well, I must have been on cloud nine, because here are the highlights of more letters.

February 4th:  He basically admits to being a miserable cad, etc.  Sorry, sorry.

February 9th:  Oh, mom, he asked me to marry him.

February 11th:  He said he has to get some money first.  Oh, no, it doesn’t make a bit of difference.  You know, mom, you and daddy didn’t have any when you got married either.

February 24th:  He’s still getting cards from Mississippi.  Card today “had a little squirrel crying in front of an empty mail box…”   Aaah, poor girl, I feel so sorry for her!

March 31st:  He is doing car repair so he can take me home (350 miles away) for a family get together.

MISC:  Tomorrow I will post a submission for Jacque’s Quote Challenge.  Then I will return to my abortion subject for probably three more posts.

Then on with the unplanned fun, feast, family, faith or whatever else come up!


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(See part 1, Alas, My Love has Gone)

January 20, 1953, I wrote mom a letter.  The letter is six pages long.  I typed the beginning then changed to handwriting.  The reason I changed is as follows:

I quit typing this cause Sammy had quit typing and was just playing and I don’t feel like paying with him so I run off.  He has been hanging around a lot the last few days.  Well he’ll have a long hard run before he catches me again.  Then he won’t get me caught very tight.  I have got over liking him very much.  But I still like him.  That doesn’t make much sense, does it?”

I got a letter from Norma Jean and Tawana yesterday.  They were feeling sorry for me.  Bless their hearts.  They should feel sorry for him.  I’m pretty sure I can have him back but I’m not sure I want him.  I’d like to go with him again but I don’t want to like him very much again and if I go with him I’ll probably fall again so I’ll just see what time brings about.”


January 27th continues:    “I talked to Jane.  She is pretty crazy about Jimmie but he has a girl in Mississippi; I’m about the same about Sammy and he has a girl in Mississippi so we have a time.  Sammy didn’t get a letter from her today much to my surprise.  He gets one or two letter from her every single day except Sunday.  I wish she would let up a little.  He has been real friendly and talked to me a lot this last week.  I’ve been being nice to him too anyhow I haven’t been snotty.  It will soon be three weeks since we broke up.  I thought I would be over it by now but I’m not.  I’m beginning to think I never will be as long as I see him all the time.  He talked to me Saturday night a lot then Sunday after dinner he talked until 2:30.  Then I went to the jail service.  Then Sunday night he walked me home from church but sometimes I feel worse just being around him when I think about her.  Maybe he thinks he can keep me so he can have me back just anytime he wants me  – well, if he thinks that, he’s right, he can.  I haven’t hardly spoken to him this morning and I don’t intend to until I find out what he is up to.

Well, I guess I’m writing too much about Sammy but I think I have a one-tracked mind.  I think about him all the time.  I wish to goodness I could forget I ever liked him.  I asked him to let me see her picture the other night so he did.  I told him that she was real cute (and she is) and he said yes she was but he would show me someone else who was too so he took out my picture.  That made me feel good but that made me feel pretty bad too.  I guess I’m crazy.  (…if anyone except mother reads this letter, they can just forget everything I have written real quick.)

Apparently my little sister had sent me a bear because I wrote “Beulah named him Samalia so I could call him Sammy for short and he gets all my loving.”


My bear turned out being a flirt too, making eyes at the other girls and going to their rooms with them.

Such was the life of this country girl living in a dorm room at a Bible college where she met her love who lived in the boy’s dorm.  We shared dining room, chapel services, classes, game playing, study hall, revivals, Sunday services – not much space for forgetting a guy!

But there are no more letters saved about this subject so that’s the end of my “broken heart” story which surely somehow got healed by Valentine’s Day in 1953.

(Happy Valentine’s Day, Sammy, my husband since July 5, 1953)


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ALAS, MY LOVE HAS GONE! Jan. 20, ’53


How fast the years go by!  In 1994 when my mother passed away, I brought home some letters she had kept which were written to her by me in January, 1953.  They were dated the 13th, 20th, and 27th, one per week.  I didn’t read them until recently.  Decided they would make good Valentine Day posts.   Enjoy some laughter at my expense!

I was sharing with mom my heartbreak.  I would never have believed I would tell my mother this stuff if I did not have it in front of me.  On to my pain, dear bloggers –

I have been feeling sorta blue and awful the last few days because Sammy and I broke up.  He had made up with an old girlfriend while he was home (for Christmas). It hurt me pretty bad and I cried just about all day Saturday but I am getting over it.  I suppose it seems queer to you to have me writing about my feeling bad enough about any boy to cry but I did anyhow.  I went down to Audrey’s room yesterday evening and we prayed quite a while and made me feel a lot better but it didn’t take away the empty spot.  I wish I could just forget but I can’t do that either. I wouldn’t mind quite so much if I thought she would be good enough for him, but (his friend) said she was just a little black haired girl who is nothing but a flirt.  If she is like that she wouldn’t make a good preacher’s wife.  Sammy told me that he knew I was better for him but he couldn’t help falling for her.  Oh, well, one thing I’m sure of I’ll get over it and be happy.  I just hope he will too.”  (Oh brother, how my nobility shows.)

In a P.S.  “Mother, don’t worry about me and think I am hurt too much because I’d lots rather it be this way than for me to have had to hurt him.  We had a lot of fun and I’ll forget everything else.  Oneta Ruth


Oh the suspense!  Does everything turn out well?  For those who have read me much you know I have a husband of 63 years, named Sammy.  Looks promising, doesn’t it?

I don’t know whether or not the “other” woman is still living but I do know some family members who know her are going to roar when they read this.  However, come to think of it, I guess I was the “other” woman!

In honor of Valentine’s day, my story will continue.  😀

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This picture shows you who is to blame for my absenteeism on my blog for the last four days. My sisters.  Fortunately for me they did not reach dating age until I had my man securely signed and sealed.  Aren’t they gorgeous seventy-ish grandmothers?

We had a great time together.  Talking, laughing, remembering, even coloring.  I’m so glad she came.  I don’t know that I will ever go to Denver again.  My heart issue up there scares me.  I guess it would be okay, but…  

The one in white was my precious.  I was ten when she was born.  She was colicky  I had the honor and joy of rocking her through those first months.  She lives nearby (forty miles).  We spent part of the time at my house and part at hers.  The Denver sister in brown came to us at four years old after I had gone to college so I didn’t get a lot of time with her until she was close to a teenager.  Of course, marriage, motherhood, and being grandmothers blend us in age wise and I convince myself I’m their age still.  They also have wonderful husbands and children.  Their grandchildren are near perfection – just almost as good as mine.  😀

She is the one who said I am obstinate and opinionated.  I’m really not, am I?



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Would mankind continue or would it become extinct?


 Situation One:   I’m a female married to a female.  Obviously we cannot have children. So if everyone were just like me ….

Situation Two:   I’m a female in love with a man.  We do not want children until we marry.  If I get pregnant, it is nice that abortion is legal.  If everyone were just like me…..

Situation Three:  I’m a male in love with my daughter.  My wife died.  My daughter is willing so why not have sex?  Yes, I know we might have children who pass on diseases and deformities but it probably won’t show up in our generation   If everyone were just like me….

Situation Four:  I like to party.  Bring it on!  Break out the beer.  … Pregnant?  Gotta get an abortion.  If everyone were just like me….

Situation Five:  I am a rapist.  I’m sorry I hurt her but my  “lesser man” got the best of me.  Anyway I’ll behind these bars for the rest of my life.  If everyone were just like me…..

Situation Six:  No, I didn’t know much about her.  Who would have ever guessed she had HIV?  If everyone were just like me….

Situation Seven:  I have been married for four years.  I have a lover on the side. Just for fun you know.  What do you mean I’ve given my wife syphilis?  If everyone were just like me…

Situation Eight:  I’ve been raped.  It left so much damage to my body, I will never be able to have children.  Not my fault but if everyone were just like me…

Situation Nine:  My husband has been loyal and faithful, and I wouldn’t dream of betraying our marriage vows.  We have two  children and we will probably have another.   If everyone were just like me...

Which plan do you think was God’s plan?  It seems quite likely that he doesn’t intend to let people mess up his plan.






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